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Saturday, 26 September 2015

Broken heart

Broken heart

I had barely walked through the
door after a long day at work, when I was pulled into the lounge and the door
shut behind me. DeeQ urgently needed to
speak to me and it clearly couldn’t wait.

As soon as the door was shut
behind me, I was hit with the news – he had broken up with his girlfriend. At
that point I needed to sit down. Only a couple of days before we were talking
about his adorable girlfriend and planning a trip to the cinema. And now they
were no longer together.

Turns out somebody started a
rumour in school that DeeQ was chatting to another girl. As soon as he found
out about the rumour, we had an emergency conference at home and agreed a
strategy on preserving his relationship.

So DeeQ spoke to his girlfriend
and assured her that those were lies and that there was nobody else other than
her. She took it well, they made up and lived happily ever after for the whole
day after that.

The following day at school DeeQ
caught her with another boy. Without hesitation he broke up with her there and
then.

I was shocked and really didn’t
know what to say. Obviously catching your girlfriend talking to another boy is bad
enough to break up with her.

Did I get it? Absolutely not, but
I had to support DeeQ. After all, I knew what it felt like to break up with
somebody when you are 15.

In October 1999, just after half term, I
started dating this cute boy who was in the same class as me. We used to skive PE together, and
after school he would walk me home and carry my bag for me. Which was
oh-so-adorable and thinking of it now, rather chivalrous.

Our undying love lasted for the
whole month. Until one day he came over ‘to help me with my homework’ – code for ‘snogging
in my room’.

It was raining that day and I took his wet coat into the kitchen to let it dry out, leaving him in the hallway to take his boots off.

When I came back, they were already off. I looked down at his feet and froze, a look of sheer horror on my face. The undying love that I had been
nurturing for the whole month, died on the spot. No, his feet weren’t smelly.
His socks were clean and didn’t have holes in them. The problem was that his
socks were orange.

They say there is a thin line
between love and hate. It turns out for me at 15 that line was orange socks – I hated
them so much that I broke up with my boyfriend. I figured I couldn’t risk being
seen with somebody wearing something as embarrassing as orange socks.

For the rest of the night DeeQ
was glued to his iPad. He was constantly checking his Instagram and Snapchat
and eventually announced that she had changed her status to ‘Single’.

He tried to be blasé about it,
but I could see he was hurting. Even though he broke up the relationship
because he knew he couldn’t be with her after what she had done, he still liked
her.

So to show my support, I opened
my emergency box of chocolates. We then changed into onesies, climbed under a
blanket and put ‘Sex and the City’ on; because nothing cures a broken heart
like sugar and a movie.